Zihua Lane is the art district of Mai City. It has a top-tier art academy and over a dozen galleries ranked in the top fifty worldwide. Those who go there are usually students, artists, or collectors.
Why would someone like Brother Yan Chen, a businessman who made a living off others' blood, suddenly want to cultivate his artistic sensibilities?
The deep winter sky was devoid of sunlight, and a red figure hurried along the snow-covered street.
Gu Qimiao's long black hair was simply tied at the back as she carried a painting frame about a meter wide on her shoulder. She was slightly out of breath, and her nose was visibly red from the cold.
She was jogging, somewhat anxiously, with her vision obstructed by the painting frame on her shoulder.
The gallery where she worked was in a relatively secluded part of Zihua Lane, a place where both people and cars were usually sparse.
Gu Qimiao walked with her head down, crossing halfway through the crosswalk before realizing she was in the middle of the road. She then looked around to see if there were any cars nearby.
As she turned her head, the piercing sound of a horn reached her ears, and a black business car rushed into her sight...
"Screech—" A loud noise echoed.
Frightened, she instinctively dropped the painting frame, falling backward with her hands supporting her from behind...
The painting frame fell, shattering into glass shards on the ground. The broken glass embedded in her hand, with bright red blood soaking into the snow, creating an eye-catching contrast...
Despite the deep cuts from the glass, the girl did not even furrow her brows, only looking frustratingly at the damaged painting as she cursed under her breath, "How can you drive like that? Didn't you see me?"
Inside the car, He Ye was at the wheel, one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding a phone. He looked completely shocked and hadn't yet recovered.
He had glanced at his phone for just a moment, and this happened?
Shen Yanchen's foot was still on the brake, indicating it was his timely action that had prevented the accident.
His dark, stern eyes showed no emotion, his handsome face without a flaw, like a meticulously carved piece of art.
"Brother Chen... are you okay?" He Ye eventually put down his phone, his belated concern directed at Shen Yanchen.
Shen Yanchen didn't respond, directly pushing open the car door and walking to the girl.
"Are you blind? Can't you see such a big person..." Gu Qimiao was initially furious but as her eyes traveled up to those long legs and she looked up at the man with his usual stern expression, her arrogance dissipated. She squatted, staring blankly at the ever-grim-faced man.
Opening her mouth for a while, she finally uttered, "Brother Yan Chen... why are you here?"
"Get in the car." Noticing her bleeding hand, he commanded, his expression well-masked, revealing no hint of emotional turbulence.
Gu Qimiao stood up, forced a stiff smile, and hurriedly waved her glass-pierced hand, "I'm fine... I need to go fix the painting. You go ahead with your work..." Saying that, she reached to pull out a piece of glass embedded in her palm.
The man's brow furrowed as he watched, while she seemed to treat it as lightly as dusting off dirt.
As Gu Qimiao lowered her head, preparing to remove another piece, Shen Yanchen grabbed her hand, stopping her near self-destructive action, and pulled her into the car.
Then he walked around to the driver's seat, telling the still-stunned He Ye, "Get out," nodding toward the smashed painting frame on the ground, "Take care of the painting."
Only then did He Ye realize the girl was the one Brother Yan Chen had crashed the wedding for. God, he had almost hit her just now?
If not for his timely braking, he would surely be dead at Brother Yan Chen's hands for this girl...
The thought made him swallow nervously, shivering involuntarily.
But who exactly is this girl? Brother Yan Chen usually avoids women...